#thoughts to fall asleep to at 9pm

[themetalhiro]

[2030kamenriders]

Castle Doran solo journal rpg brainstorming time

[jackkal]

so nauseous........

[cowboy1ikereid]

sweet creature ~ s.r.

‘Wherever I go, you bring me home’

Summary: Spencer calls you when he’s missing home.

Warnings: pregnant!reader x husband!spencer, reader is in her second pregnancy and they already have a 3 y/o daughter, spencer is, again, a huge softie, calls you sweetheart, he's called away on an urgent case and misses you, reader is almost in third trimester, they fall asleep on the phone, cuties, inspired by sweet creature by harry styles, fluff and comfort

Category: Fluff x Comfort

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: Spencer Reid deserved to get married and have children but he has to be a girl dad and I don't make the rules. I just know he would be the most sweet, caring and loving husband/dad in the world. Anyways I kind of had to do something to this song because I saw it live (Wembley N4 I’ll miss you forever). Enjoy!!

You were exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Being 7 and a half months pregnant and taking care of your 3 year old daughter alone had never been part of the plan. In fact, Spencer was supposed to be working either in office or from home during the later stages of your pregnancy, but a serious case meant that he was needed urgently by the BAU. With only 8 hours notice he was in Florida, and suddenly he was approximately 920.4 miles away from you.

It was around 9pm, and you’d been eagerly awaiting a phone call from your husband. You’d blame your anxiety on the hormones, but you knew it wasn’t just that. You’d always been like this whenever he was away, and you never quite managed to properly adjust to how much travelling his job required. Lizzie, your daughter, was laid next to you in the bed you and Spencer shared, asleep on his side of the bed. She was the same as you whenever her dad was away, even if she didn’t quite understand his job. She was a daddy’s girl, and if sleeping on Spencer’s side of the bed helped her to feel that little bit closer to him when he was away, you would let her. Her curly light brown hair was sprawled across the pillow which she drooled on, unconscious.

Your phone was on silent so the ringer didn’t wake her up, but as soon as you felt the persistent buzzing and Spencer’s name appeared on the screen, you stood, stretching slightly before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind you, simultaneously swiping the button to answer the call.

“Hi.” You whispered softly, cautious not to wake up your sleeping three-year-old who was in the next room.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you?” Spencer’s sweet voice spoke over the phone.

“Hanging on. I managed to settle Lizzie after she cried because you couldn’t tuck her in tonight.. Little one has been quiet for now, but I just know that she’ll start getting active as soon as I attempt to sleep.” You spoke with a soft smile on your face at the thought of the little life growing inside of you whilst you tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with a hand on your round bump, rubbing it gently.

You heard Spencer sigh over the phone. “I miss you. I saw the three of you this morning and it feels like I haven’t seen you in months.” He chuckled. Spencer was alone in his hotel room, and it felt strangely quiet. Unfamiliar. If Spencer was home, you’d be asleep in his arms by now, your soft snores echoing in the darkness of your bedroom. Pregnancy was tiring, after all. But you struggled to sleep without each other, and you knew that. Your house may as well have been cold and empty to you without him there. Your house wasn’t your home. Spencer was, and you knew that he felt the same way about you. That was why he’d called.

“Any new symptoms? At around the seven month mark, you should expect to experience some shortness of breath, discomfort which may lead to difficulty moving, frequent urination, lightheadedness caused by the baby putting pressure on your blood vessels which can slow blood flow, fatigue-” He began to reel off pregnancy symptoms until he was cut off by your sleepy laugh.

“Spence, you’ve been gone for less than a day. You don’t have to worry about me. I feel the same as I did earlier.” You giggled.

“And that is?” He questioned. You could picture him furrowing his eyebrows, and the thought of it made your heart warm.

“Achey, tired, like a whale, hungry..” You listed, and you already knew he was going to give you advice on how to deal with your symptoms. He’d done more than enough research on pregnancy when JJ was first pregnant with Henry, and since then he’d unexpectedly found himself helping a woman give birth on a case.

“You need to rest. It’s late and that’s one of the only things that could help with your symptoms right now apart from physical activity, but I doubt you’d want to do any exercise at the moment,” He instructed, and you knew that he was being serious, even with his light tone. You’d think that you’d know more about pregnancy than Spencer, with you being mid-way through your second pregnancy, but he knew everything. Whilst anybody else might have been surprised by that, you weren’t. He’d done extensive research on the topic, after all, and he continued to. “And I can also guarantee you that you don’t look like a whale.” He added, and you could hear his smile in his voice.

“That’s what you think. I can hardly move, and when I do I waddle. I waddle, Spencer!” You pouted, and you could hear him laugh.

“Well I’m sure you look beautiful whilst you waddle.” He teased.

After a few quiet conversations between the two of you, 9pm turned to 11:30pm, and you could feel your mind wanting to drift off as your conversations slowly turned into Spencer spouting off random facts whilst you listened, his voice soothing you as though he was there with you. You decided to go back upstairs and tuck yourself into bed whilst he talked, placing your phone on the nightstand. He wasn’t really next to you, but it was close enough. You knew Lizzie wouldn’t wake up between Spencer’s soft words, the low volume your phone was on and her tendency to be a heavy sleeper. However, Spencer soon realised you were responding to him less and less.

“Sweetheart?” He said quietly, and you hummed in response, already drifting off. “Do you want me to hang up?” He asked, and your eyes snapped open. “No. Uh, I mean, I’d like it if you could just… stay on the line.” You said quietly, and he understood what you meant.

“Of course,” He responded, “Good night. I love you.” He said, and you said it back.

Soon enough, you fell asleep, and if he closed his eyes, he could picture you there next to him, your soft snores echoing around his hotel room. That was all he needed to relax, and Spencer soon found himself drifting off to sleep, feeling like he was at home. Feeling like he was with his home.

You brought him home.

[c4tluver02]

locket

wc: 1.6k

summary: Steve is the best boyfriend who gets you gifts and takes you on late night drives!!!!

warnings: u have long hair, hes taller than u (?) but nothing! flufffffyyy

“Were you able to go shopping with Rob?” 

“Yeah, I helped her with some stuff and I actually got you something.” He says mumbling the last few words together. 

A laugh escapes you at his antics. It's your nightly call with Steve where you ask each other about the day even though you will probably see him sometime tomorrow. 

“You what? Sorry, say that again?” You heard him but Steve spoils you too much which you've told him time and time again he definitely doesn't need to do. 

“I did get you something but I immediately thought of you when I saw it so I just had to get it for you.” 

Your heart can't help but flutter at how thoughtful your boyfriend is.  “That's very sweet of you Stevie.” He can tell you're smiling as you say it. “I actually made cookies for you, I was gonna bring them over tomorrow.” You say factually, lucky that you had a gift in return. 

“Well I could always come over now and we could have a gift exchange? Maybe a little late night drive after?” He knows a late night drive is your favorite. Not always accessible since he can't just teleport to you. 

“It’s 9pm my love. I will see you tomorrow I promise.” You would feel so guilty if he drove all the way over here for some cookies. Despite wanting to see the gift he got it wasn't worth wasting gas over. 

“Exactly, it's only 9 I know you won't be asleep for another few hours. I'll come through your window and I'll be so silent like-.”  

“Like a ninja I know.” You copy him with a laugh. “I’ll unlock my window, okay? See you soon.” He makes a hard bargain and you honestly would love to see him, waiting till tomorrow felt so far away. 

– 

You lay on your bed reading a book but it only takes a few minutes for him to arrive. When you hear a soft knock on your window you jump. 

“Sorry I thought knocking would help not scare you.” Steve says as he opens the window. 

You close the book and walk over towards him. He’s getting his leg in and you have your hand on his back holding him steady. 

“See? Like a ninja.” Steve says smiling at you.

You beam back at him. Only a handful of times that Steve felt through your window prepared you to have a hand ready for him to grab on incase he falls. 

“Very graceful.” You say quickly before giving him a kiss. “I have your cookies, do you want one right now?” Stepping down from your tippy toes you walk over to your bedside table that the cookies rest on. 

“I mean it wouldn't hurt to try one to make sure it's not poisonous.” He shrugs, taking his shoes off to lay on your bed. 

“You think I'd poison you Stevie?” Your eyes are big and glossy, lips a little pouted and Steve wishes he could kiss the look off your face. You are wearing a sweater of his and sweats that also might be his based on how long they are on you. 

“Course not, but any good baker needs a taste tester right?” He teases, eyes scanning you up and down. Steve goes to bite the cookie in your hand and you're too late to swipe it away. 

“Mmmm. So good.” A deep moan comes out of him as he lays his head back on your pillow. 

You take a bite of your own and nod to yourself. It actually is very good, maybe you should go pro. It makes you smile to yourself that Steve would probably back you up on it. When you finish the cookie you lay down next to him and his arms wrap around you immediately. 

A soft hand goes under your hoodie to rub your back and you snuggle your face in his neck. He smells heavenly and even better he's like a burning hot furnace. The sweat pants and hoodie is only doing so much for you during the winter. 

Before you both accidentally fall asleep you lift your head up. Steve's eyes are closed and he's waiting for you to say something. 

“So are you gonna give me my gift or what?” You ask as you rest your chin on his chest. 

“Hmm, aren't we eager?” His eyes are still closed but a smile is spreading on his face. You wish you could stare at him a little longer, he looks so pretty right now. 

“I just gave you your gift. I thought we were having a fair trade off.” Now you're fully off of Steve and laying on your knees with arms crossed. 

“Okay, okay let me get it.” There's a small bag at the end of your bed, it's got tissue paper in it and you can tell the store wrapped it for him. 

“Steve.” You say nervously. “Please tell me whatever’s in there is not expensive, that looks expensive.” 

He gives you a small kiss to your temple before sitting back on your bed. Simply handing it to you for you to open. He feels giddy and extremely excited to see your response. 

Gently opening it, scared to break it in any way, you see a small box at the bottom. It’s a dark blue velvet case and when you open it there's a locket. 

A gasp comes out of you as you pull it closer to get a better look at it. “Steve oh my gosh.” 

“I haven’t put anything in it yet. I thought we could look through some pictures together and I can fit it in there.” He quickly says. “Do you like it?” Eyes searching for yours in confirmation. 

“Do I like it? I love it. I've never gotten anything like this, it's so beautiful.”  You wrap your arms around him and he falls back onto the bed. Giving his cheeks a ton of kisses till you finally meet his lips and give him a deep kiss. 

“Thank *kiss* you *kiss* so *kiss* much.” And by the end of the sentence he's in a fit of giggles. 

“Of course baby, want me to help you put it on?” 

“Yes please!” You turn so your back is facing him and lift your hair up. 

He puts it on with ease and gives you a gentle kiss behind your ear. 

Turning back to him you give him one more hug. “I can't believe you got me this and all I did was make you some cookies.” It comes out just a little muffled because of how you hold your head on his shoulder. 

He laughs still rubbing your back and giving your hips a squeeze. “The cookies are a great gift. I love your cookies.” 

“You really didn’t need to get me this Stevie.” You say letting go of the hug. Your hands finding their way to his jaw.

“I know I didn’t need to but I wanted to so let me spoil you, okay?” He says putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear and stroking your cheek. 

“Okay.” You melt at the touch, leaning into his hand. 

“Now how about we go for a quick ride and then you can get some beauty rest.” 

You giggle and get up, opening your window as he slips his shoes back on. The way you flawlessly get out with no issue isn't lost on Steve. He has just as much trouble getting back out as he did getting it, maybe because he's taller than you he thinks. 

As you close your window you turn around to see Steve ready with the passenger door open. You step in and get buckled up as Steve gets in to do the same. 

“What type of music are we thinking?” You ask.

“Probably something soft if you’re gonna fall asleep.” 

You roll your eyes playfully and hit his arm. “I won't fall asleep.” You state standing your ground. 

“Okay, put on whatever then.” Steve decides not to bite back instead he rests his hand on your thigh and rubs soft circles. 

Youre only about 7 minutes into the album you played, with his warm hand on you and the soft melody of his voice your eyes can't help but flutter close. It’s an extremely cozy moment and it lulls you to sleep within minutes. Steve decides to go around once more before he decides to take you back. 

A soft rub on your cheek wakes you up and you let out a groan. You were so comfortable and now Steve has to leave. Possibly the worst thing ever? 

“Can’t I just go home with you?” Too tired in your sleepy state.

“M sorry baby, but then your parents won't know where you went.” His hand is still holding your head for you. 

“I’ll still see you tomorrow though right?” 

“Yes you will see me tomorrow.” 

Finally giving in, you get up and give him a hug goodbye. “Thank you again for the locket.” You say before kissing him. 

“Mhm no problem angel.” He says it so softly and the way his hands linger tells you he doesn't want you to go either. 

But alas you get out of his car and he waits for you to safely get back into your room before he waves his final goodbye to you. There's a tired grumpy look on your face that makes him laugh as he drives away. He couldn't wait to see you tomorrow.

[boytearscore]

i dare you to try. — chris sturniolo.

summary: you finally decided to join a car video with the triplets after years of them trying to convince you to, but when the topic “who’s more stubborn, you or chris?” is brought up, things take a peculiar turn in which chris is sure he can be the first guy you beg for, so you dare him to try.

warnings: fem!dom, chris!dom, smut, teasing, foreplay, swearing, choking, orgasm denial, size kink, bdsm.

taglist: @chericherrybaby, @fratbrochrisgf, @sturncakez <33

author’s note: so... funny story, girls... i got home from work last night and started writing but fell asleep with my phone on my face. hope you can forgive me, though. anyways, enjoyyy! xo 💋💋💋

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝟸/𝟸)

friday night, 9pm. 

you smile excitedly as you are getting ready to a party at the triplets house, eyes and hands are focused on the eyeliner, red lipstick already highlighting the lips and a black short dress moulding your curves. on top of that, underneath it, you were wearing orange lingerie. chris favorite colour, was it a little petty? yes, but you’re not about to lose this dare. absolutely no fucking way.

when you finished recording the video with them, nick had the idea of throwing a party the next day, he wanted to see chaos between you and chris for his own entertainment and so did matt. chris, on the other hand, has already been sending you risky texts and some pictures of his covered hard dick and other parts of the body he knew you were attracted to with captions like “give up already.” and “can’t wait to hear you beg and moan my name.”

you ignored all of it just to give him the impression you were threatened and shy when in reality, there was a whole plan ready to be put in action since he opened his mouth.

finally, you’re done. everything looked impeccable: hair falling over your chest that was mostly exposed by the dress cleavage, a pair of black tights that were connected to the lingerie and black leather boots that went to your knees, not to mention you smell incredible.

after checking yourself one more time in the mirror, a smirk painted in your lips, chris was not ready for that. 

it was 10:30pm when you arrived at their house, loud music playing and people everywhere dancing, drinking and even throwing up.

you calmly go through the crowd of people when a pair of hands suddenly grab your hips pressing both bodies and you feel lips into your ear. the person didn’t even need to say anything, you could tell who it was by their scent.

“ready to be my little slut?” you feel the hot breath caressing your skin and the deep voice with a stupid cocky chuckle.

“not even in your dreams, christopher.” you reply, turning to him. matt and nick behind him laughing, that’s definitely the most fun they’ve been having in a while.

he smirks and you couldn’t stop yourself from eyeing his body, he has a black tank top that was complimenting his collar bones, shoulders and abdomen. 

and chris would notice you savouring him, but he was too busy staring at your boobs. his mind racing with the thoughts of cumming all over them.

“it feels like i’m watching a porn without the sex part, just the eyes.” matt says and you both break glances at each other laughing.

“is no one gonna grab me a drink?” you ask, rolling your eyes and nick give you a “excuse me?” look.

“you’ve been here more than our parents, go get it yourself.” he replies and you just shrug.

“fucking worst host ever.” you murmur making sure he heard before going to the kitchen and opening the fridge, all you could think of was chris.

he looked so hot wearing that damn black tank top, why didn’t you notice how attractive he was before the bet? it’s like a blindfold was taken away from your eyes, you imagined him on his knees, pleading and whimpering in front of you. things got even more interesting now.

you grab a drink and take a huge sip, ignoring the burning feeling in your throat and walking again through the people, some you knew, some not. you danced either way, a few guys eyeing you from afar and then one came behind you, dancing.

“you alone?” he whispered into your ear and you smiled, turning to him and grabbing his hands to dance.

“always.” he smiles back at you, rolling you around and grabbing your hips. you started dancing, he was cute and really hot.

that didn’t last much, though. 

someone abruptly grabbed your hand, making you look behind you with an angry expression. 

“today you’re not.” 

it was chris.

the guy just stared at chris and vanished away not wanting any trouble, you glance at the blue eyed boy, giving him the dirtiest look.

“what?” he shrugs, smiling. “i’m not sharing you with anyone today, whether you like it or not.”

you give him an eye roll but you’re not mad, it’s not like that guy was hotter than chris anyway.

“don’t ever grab my hand like that again.” you tell him with a serious face and he just nods, looking apologetic. “only if i allow you to.”

you get closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rocking your body to the music. chris instantly smiles, his hands pressing hard on your hips. your fingers running to his hair, and you can’t help but push them back making him gasp.

“you’re such a menace.” he whispers, a hand sliding to your ass and turning you around.

you could feel everything, his hips crushing into yours and his dick getting harder everytime you brushed your ass while dancing. part of your plan was working and you didn’t even get started yet.

you turn to chris and place your hand around his neck, nails scratching it slightly causing him goosebumps.

he couldn’t resist the temptation, grasping your back and leaning in for a kiss, but you stopped him with a finger on his lips.

“not yet.” you smirk at him and he stares at you confused. “just shut your mouth and just follow me, or you won’t be having any fun tonight.” he thinks for a while and nods, not saying anything, the finger drawing a straight line down from his lips to his collar, dragging him upstairs.

when you both get to his room, he closes the door and throws you on the bed, getting on top of your body and pressing his torso against you.

you smirk, just watching him trying his best to be dominant, suddenly, his hand slid underneath your dress, touching slightly your inner thigh. you let out a small sigh, his hand was so warm and it felt so good.

“look at ya.” he mumbled into your ear, moving his hand closer to your pussy. “i’m not doing anything yet and you’re already gasping.”

you don’t say anything, just letting him play his game before yours starts. chris chuckles, amused by your unusual reaction, that motivated him to keep going.

his face close to yours, eyes staring at your lips before shutting them down and brushing both slightly against each other.

you wrap your arms around his neck, messing with his hair and he finally kisses you. not a gentle kiss, an obscene one. tongues fighting and wet sounds, chris can’t help but moan when he feels your nails digging on his back. 

his hand finally touches your pussy covered by the lingerie and you moan biting his bottom lip. he laughs, breaking the contact and looks at you, usually that would be the perfect moment for a cocky comment, but he couldn’t fight the urge to tear apart your black tights and pull the dress to your waist, revealing the orange lingerie.

he’s stunned by a second, moving away from your body to take a better look.

“you fucking bitch.” he says, grabbing your chin and bringing you close to his face agresseviely. “you did this on purpose, didn’t you? to tease me.” he asks while using the other hand to undress you completely. “you’re such a slut, ya know that?” he throws you again on the bed, an expression on his face you’ve never seen before.

you smile, opening your legs in front of him and looking beneath lashes, still not saying anything. too bad for chris, but you knew him more than himself. he loves to talk shit and act all nonchalant, but he hates when people don’t engage or ignore it.

chris frowned, staring between your legs and to drive him even more mad, you placed a hand on your inner thigh, slowly going up until it got to your pussy, your fingers teasing it over the lingerie and moaning and making faces while staring intensely at his eyes.

the boy is speechless, he never got so hard and never felt this urgent need to fuck someone before. the sound of your voice moaning and the way you touched yourself, he was mesmerised by everything.

“chris…” you finally use one of your cards, biting your lips and moaning his name.

he can’t hold himself anymore, chris takes off his shirt and pants, still wearing boxes and walks towards you, the smirk on his face vanished a long time ago, all you could see was pure lust.

“you’re driving me crazy by doing that.” he leans against you, using one knee to support himself over the bed, making sure to rub your wet pussy with it. “that’s a dangerous game, i’m warning you.”

you can’t help but laugh, lifting one leg up to reach his dick and rubbing it slowly, his lips parted into a loud moan, tilting his head to the back.

“it seems to me you’re the one about to beg, chris.” for the first time in minutes, you spoke. he immediately looks at you, not liking your comment one bit but feeling his dick twitch.

“that’s rich coming from someone who just moaned my name like a slut.” he replies, grabbing you leg and dragging you to him, now you are completely laid down on the bed, he bends over to reach your waist and slides your panties till your ankle.

“i’m keeping this.” he smirks and throws the orange lingerie on his nightstand. “alright, i’m gonna eat you out till you cum all over my face.” he gets on his knees, leaning closer to your dripping wet pussy. you could feel his breath hitting the sensitive area and that made you shiver. 

“thought you were gonna make me beg.” you say, watching every single move he makes. chris licks your clit without warning, causing loud moans from you. “fuck.”

he laughs, staring at you between your legs, hands spreading them as much as he can.

“no silly, i’m gonna make you beg me to fuck you.” he groaned, finally eating you out deliciously, his tongue alternating between flexing the muscles while inside you and letting it loose when sucking and licking all of it.

you grab his hair violently, pushing it hard while rolling your hips into his mouth. 

chris was getting harder by second, to the point his dick started to hurt a little. he was moaning and eating you out at the same time, the vibrations causing you an insane amount of pleasure.

“fuck, chris.” you whisper, biting your lips to hide how much you were enjoying it. no guy has ever eaten you out like that before.

so much so that you were about to cum into his mouth, your legs started shaking and the grip on his hair got tighter. he notices your body reactions and smirk, licking and sucking even more faster and intensely.

your moans get louder, you feel contractions through your whole body, soon releasing all the pleasure and cumming into chris mouth.

he licks everything, letting your pussy clean and gets on the bed, crawling on top of you. you smiled at him and he could sense something coming but decided to ignore, all he wanted was to hear the magic words from your pretty mouth.

“i bet i’m the first guy to make you cum that fast, huh?” he says finally being face to face with you, his hard covered dick brushing against your bare pussy and both arms on each side of your head, you were so close that you could feel his heartbeats pressed over your chest, he reach your neck, kissing and sucking on it making soft gasps come out of your lips. 

“beg me.” he murmured in your ear, one hand grabbing your boob and squeezing it hard. the pain felt so good, but you’re not about to lose. “beg me to fuck your little pussy.”

he stares at you, his hand going lower until it reaches your core, sliding one finger inside. your back curves, but you smile at him not showing signs of redemption.

and that’s when you decided it’s time.

with a quick move, you revert the positions, thanks to all the self defence classes you took a long time ago, getting a man off top of you wasn’t hard. 

chris was shocked, his eyes widened and his lips suddenly opened like he was about to say something but couldn’t.

“you’ve failed.” you tell him, smirking. both of his hands were on top of his head, held by yours. with an evil expression, you press your ass against his dick and he melts under you. “it’s my turn now.”

you go for his lips first, and even though his ego was bruised by the fact that you could easily turn the situation to your favour, he’s too horny to care.

both lips were crashing hard while tongues enlaced, the grip of your hand holding his writs got even tighter when he started to move them, the other one was slowly creeping to his abdomen, chris moaned and gasp onto your lips and when you finally reached his dick, removing his boxers to expose his hard cock.

and then something slaps your back, making you look behind.

“holy shit.” you opened your mouth, turning yourself completely to make sure you saw correctly. “you’re fucking huge, chris.”

he laughs, finding your reaction cute and sitting on the bed when you let his hands go.

“think you can take it?” he asks and you stare back at him, smiling.

“only if you beg me first.” you reply, grabbing his dick and teasing the tip of it with your finger, chris closes his eyes and moans a curse word. “c’mon..” you whisper, slowly pumping him and his back curves. “beg me.”

“please…” he murmured, avoiding your gaze.

you smirk, feeling your pussy dripping. he looked so fucking hot doing that. 

since chris was sitting, you easily extended your arm to his hair, pulling it hard to make him stare at you.

“say it again.” you order him spreading all the pre cum over the base of his dick and pulling harder his hair, chris was losing his mind at this point.

“please, let me fuck you.” he asks almost politely with his eyes glued on yours, his cheeks were a slight shade of pink and his red glossy lips parted, letting out shaken breaths. 

you don’t answer, just push his shoulders to the bed making him fall and lifting yourself up to get on top of him again, the gaze between both of you was so intense and sexual.

you positioned his cock on your entry, teasing him a little by rolling your hips and chris bite his lip, you didn’t wanted him to fuck you, you wanted to fuck him.

and so you did, sliding his dick slowly inside you with a frown expression and eyes closed.

“does it hurt?” he asks worriedly, grabbing your hips with both hands and fighting the urge to make you jump hard on him.

“yes.” you reply opening your eyes, starting to bounce at a slow pace. “that’s how i like it.”

you feel his dick twitch inside you with your comment, he slaps one of your ass cheeks hard, and you moan loudly.

“you like that, huh?” one more slap, this time harder. you were already bouncing crazy on his dick and both of you were moaning so much that if the loud music wasn’t playing downstairs, everyone would hear. and honestly, none of you cared.

“shit.” chris growns, digging his short nails on your waist. you leaned a little to wrap your finger around his throat and he closes his eyes, gasping. 

“so much for a dom.” you say with a shaky voice from the bouncing, tightening the grip around his neck.

he doesn’t say anything, his mind was fuzzy and raced. all he could do was moan and whimper loudly. 

the twitches got stronger and you could tell he was about to cum.

“gonna cum?” you ask him and he nods desperately, but then you stop moving. he looks at you, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. “say you’re my little slut, chris.” you incline over, rolling your hips in slow motion and biting his bottom lip. “say it.”

he lets out a huge sigh with the painful feeling of holding an orgasm, his eyes locked into yours, a few hair strands falling over them and sweat dripping from his forehead.

“i’m your little slut.” he whispers, pressing his hands hard on your waist.

you smile at him, finally moving faster. chris feels the lack of oxygen with the combination of an insane amount of pleasure get to his head. he looks at you like he’s about to say something and you notice his hesitation.

“what?” 

“can i please cum on your boobs?” he avoids your gaze again and you feel like squeezing his cheeks, finally you nod. bouncing a couple more times and when he finally starts shaking, you get off of his lap, sitting on your knees.

chris gets up, he tries to grab his own dick, but you slap his hand.

“who the fuck said you could touch yourself?” you smirk, leading a hand wrap around his cock and begins to leisurely pump, chris tilts his head back, coming all over your boobs while you could capture every detail, his husky voice and his dick twitching uncontrollably while lots of cum shower your boobs, you made sure to get it all to your fingers and lick until there’s nothing left there.

slowly, his moans got quieter and he finishes cumming. he looks down at you, smiling and lending you a hand to get up, you smile back and grab his hand getting up.

“i fucking hate you.” he groans, pushing you closer to him by the hand and you laugh.

“that’s what someone who just lost a bet would say.” you reply and give him a little peck, he just rolls his eyes and laughs too.

“i’m doomed.” he slapped himself while you were putting back your dress, making you chuckle.

“don’t worry, my little slut.” you say calmly while putting back your boots. “you’re safe with me.” you say, giving him a wink and grabbing his tank top, throwing it at him. “you should use this more often though.”

chris squinted his eyes and a grin formed on his lips.

“will i fuck you everytime i wear this again?” he asks and you get up, turning to him.

“no, i’m the one who’s gonna fuck you.” 

when you both were properly dressed, chris opens the door so you two could go downstairs, but something was waiting for him right outside.

“i believe you have something to say, chris.” nick and matt were leaned against the wall, arms crossed and lips pressed trying hard not to laugh.

but you can’t control yourself, letting a loud laugh come out of your lips, making them unable to control themselves as well. the only one serious was chris, who rolled his eyes and stared at the three of you, sighing loudly.

“fine…” he groans and turn to you, at least he got the best fuck of his life, so he wasn’t that mad. “i was wrong.”

you, nick and matt burst out laughing again and chris holds in for a while, but soon enough he’s laughing too. 

[kotton-kandy953]

❏ 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐘 !

➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ! (𝟐/𝟐)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! master ! venti x fem ! maid ! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . blood, cult-ish behavior, idolatry, murder, obsessive themes, possible inaccuracies in cults, stalking, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . after becoming a maid for venti, you begin to notice his presence around you 24/7. It doesn’t bother you that much, but it does make one particular person’s blood boil…

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I wasn’t sure if I could put modern devices like cameras and computers in this fic, but oh well.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 4.5k (I went a bit overboard oopsies)

“It’s 3am already…?”

Venti muttered, resting his face in his free hand while his occupied one clicks his mouse again. His teal eyes struggled to stay awake.

“I could’ve sworn it was 9pm just 10 minutes ago…” he pouts then clicks the mouse again.

Just what is so fascinating about his computer that it has him up this early in the morning? Well, I’m glad you asked.

Venti was looking at his live security footage that covers the whole mansion and the surrounding woods. Yet with all of those cameras he couldn’t get himself to exit the footage of the cameras set in your bedroom.

Archons, what are you doing to me… he thought. But he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so… divine, so ethereal when you were asleep. So perfect.

The subtle rise and fall of your chest and the peaceful, serene look on your beautiful face drove him mad.

He wondered what you were dreaming about… were you dreaming of him? Were you dreaming at all? Oh, how he longs to know…

“She’s so beautiful… like a goddess. My goddess.”

You could’ve slept in all morning if it weren’t for a certain someone waking you up at 6am.

“Get up, Y/n! We have chores to do this morning!” Maria said sternly as she yanked the covers off your tired body.

“Leave me alone…” you sleepily murmured while yanking the covers back onto yourself.

She rolled her eyes at your disobedience, “Ugh, Lord Barbatos said that I’m basically responsible for making sure that you do your work. And that includes waking up in the morning! Now… get up!”

Maria attempted to pull you off the bed but only left you dangling upside down off the mattress, the white sheets are now a mess to be cleaned up later.

“When did he ever say that?—“ You fell off the bed, head first on the hard, carpeted, floor beneath you. “-Ow!”

She stifled a snicker while watching you you scramble back up to your feet, “He told me yesterday. Yesterday when you were off doing something in the next room over.”

She gestured over to your bed with the sheets hanging down off the side, “Now go make up your bed and get in your uniform.”

“It wasn’t me who messed up the covers!” You pointed at the bed.

“Well I didn’t sleep in it last night, now did I?”

Maria left your room shortly after you had made up the bed, leaving you to get dressed and get your things ready.

You were walking down the hallway to help prepare breakfast when you caught sight of Venti in the corner of your eye. Of course, you were just about to greet him, but he seems to have beat you to it. Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist.

Your body stiffened, completely surprised my his sudden displays of affection. but your muscles relaxed when you remembered that you’d begin to notice the master of this mansion becoming a bit… touchy and clingy towards you for the past few — few days?

Wait, how long have I been here again?

Your first day here was yesterday, correct? Then why does that feel so long ago? Maybe you just can’t remember the time in between. It seems Maria remembers — but this isn’t important right now.

Giggling quietly, he leans in close to your ear, “Good morning my favorite follower.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “how’d you sleep last night, hm?”

His hot breath against your ear made a chill run down your spine. It wasn’t a negative reaction, really, more of an uncomfortable one. You couldn’t think straight with him this close to you, and your mind went blank. He took notice of your change of demeanor and a smile tugged on the corners on his lips.

“Good morning… Venti,” you said slowly, cautiously, as if you had forgotten how to speak for a moment.

He hummed in curiously at your tone and loosened his grip on you until he let go completely. Well, he let go of you because he heard the quiet footsteps of someone walking nearby.

“Oh? What’s with that tone, Cecilia?”

He walked over in front of you and leaned in a bit close to your face, his voice teasing, “You still a bit tired?”

The color rose to your cheeks when you thought, Is he flirting with me? He has to be flirting with me.

You cleared your throat, “Ah- ahem… No, no I’m fine, Venti. Im Just… I’m just thinking of something.”

“Oh really, now?” While his right hand he lifted yours and kissed the back of your knuckles, while the other caressed the side of your face.

A playful smile formed on his pretty face, “Have a nice day, my devoted follower.”

And he walked away.

You watched him walk down the hallway before you- Wait a second… what’s this on my ear?

You gingerly touched your right ear and felt something and grabbed it. Your face lit up when you brought it into your view. It was a beautiful white flower.

A Cecilia.

As you were staring in awe at the beautiful white flower, you wondered if he had given you the one from his hair. Maybe I should ask the next time I see him…

“What’s that?” Asked an all-too familiar voice from behind you. Maria. When did she even get here!?

When you looked behind you, you had noticed her peering over your shoulder and at the flower in your hand.

“A flower…” you muttered.

“Where’d you get it?” She asked. But she already knew the answer to that question. Maria knew everything about Venti, especially what he loves.

“I got it from Venti,” you looked over at her then back down at the pretty flower and putting it back where it was behind your ear.

She only hummed in response, brushing past you to go eat breakfast downstairs. She muttered something else but you couldn’t quite catch it. You didn’t care anyways.

You decided it’d be best if you were to just head downstairs anyway.

Walking by, you passed another maid, whom you don’t know the name of, carrying a tray of food. For Venti… you thought.

You stared at her until she disappeared past the corner. For some strange reason, you wished it was you bringing that food up to him.

Was it… jealously that you felt? No, it couldn’t be. You’re not jealous. I’m not jealous. You forcibly pushed those thoughts to the back of your head and continued to make your way to the kitchen.

When breakfast was over, you were wiping the counters in the kitchen. You heard footsteps approaching you but you assumed it was another maid coming down stairs. Turning around, you ask, “Hey, have you seen Mari-“ but you were cut off by a finger being brought up to your lips.

It was… a different maid. One you haven’t seen before. Her long, black hair stopped at her waist and her light grey eyes stared into yours in fear.

“Shh… keep. Your voice. Down.” Her eyes narrowed at you, then looked over to the security camera in the corner of the room.

“Wh- what? What’s going on!?” You whispered a bit too loud for her liking.

“Did… did he give you that flower?” She pointed at the Cecilia in your hair.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. What’s with everyone and this silly flower? “Ye- yes? What about it?”

She only sighed, “My prayers to Barb- the Archons go out to you…” You would’ve said something about her hesitation of saying “Barbatos,” but before you could open your mouth she was already gone.

Your hand came up to gingerly caress the delicate flower, what could possibly be the hidden meaning behind this flower? When turning around to walk back upstairs you saw Venti. Again. It’s — it’s almost like he’s everywhere.

Is he following me or what?

“Oh,” he blinked in surprise, his face them forming into a small smile. “Did I scare you again? You’re so jumpy, Y/n!”

You laughed nervously and rubbed your arm, “Yeah… guess so.”

“Do you like apples, my pretty flower?” He asks rather suddenly and… and it actually catches you off guard. What do apples have to to with anything?

You blink in bewilderment, “Uh… yeah. Sure, they’re good.”

With a little laugh, Venti reaches over the kitchen counter and grabs a bright red apple from the bowl of assorted fruits.

As he took a bit of the delicious, red apple, he stared at you the entire time. He found enjoyment in your uncomfortable demeanor.

Before you knew it, he had walked away. Red colored your cheeks, but you knew it was wrong to be attracted to Venti, a god.

Finally upstairs again, you look everywhere for Maria. You asked every maid you came across and checked every room you passed. Why are you even looking for her, you ask? Well, you forgot where the library was and today was your turn to clean it… or was that yesterday?

It took you a good 20 minutes before you finally found her. She was in her “own bedroom” sitting and praying on her bed. Not wanting to interrupt her, you tried to walk past her room undetected but she inevitably caught you in the end.

“You could’ve came in,” she said, a bit more calm than she usually is. When her eyes landed on the flower in her hair you could almost see her eye twitch in an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“I- I didn’t know if I…” you scrapped that sentence and started over, “have you been avoiding me?”

“Avoiding you?” She scoffed, “For what?”

“I don’t know, it just… it seems you just ran away after you saw me with Venti’s flower in my hair. And I got lost trying to find the library.”

A sigh escaped her lips, “I’m not avoiding you. I just… those are just his favorite flowers.”

“Speaking of which, how do you even get the Cecilia’s when we’re surrounded by wood? I can’t remember where in Mondstadt they grow… but I would imagine it’d be nowhere near here, correct?”

“I’m not sure how he gets them, but Lord Barbatos can do anything! Yet still, I would love to leave the borders of his Mansion and find out what would happen to me if I wandered too far in those fascinating woods.”

“But if you leave… you’ll die. You’re the one who told me that.”

“I’m aware. And so what?”

“So what?” You echoed.

Maria’s eyes look up to the ceiling as she rests her hands on either side of her reddening face, “I’d let my god do whatever he wants with me, for I am only a vessel whose only purpose is to worship and serve him.”

She diverted her eyes to yours, your skin going pale, “And if that means dying, well, so be it!”

Maria was a bit… strange… that you knew. But you never would’ve guessed that she was fucking insane!

“So you’re telling me…” She can’t be… but it fits together all too well, “You’re in love… with Barbatos…?”

“Barbatos…” this is the first time you’ve actually referred to him as such that wasn’t in a mocking way. Maybe she is rubbing off on you…

Her dark eyes jolted to the ground and her hands on her face moved to cover her eyes.

“Shut up, Y/n! Just- just shut the hell up!” She snapped. Did you… finally get her to break?

“So what if I am!? What if I am in love with my ultimate creator, huh!? He was in love with me first anyway! But you’re taking that away from me too, yeah?”

You blink in bewilderment. What did she just say? “He was in love with me first?”

Love… Venti… Venti loves me? You wanted to laugh but could only say, “I never took anything away from you, what are you even going on ab—“

“-oh don’t you try to play dumb with me you- ugh! I see the way he looks at you. The- the way his hands are always all over you…! You enjoy that don’t you, Y/n? You enjoy watching me seethe with anger as he gifts you the same flower he once put in my hair.” You could see the tears welling up in her dark-brown eyes, but she fought them back, “You just hate me, don’t you?”

Is that what that flower meant? You are Venti’s current obsession love?

And is that what she really thought of you? That you were taking the “love of her life” away from her? You were taking her place as Venti’s fixation.

She cannot be fucking serious right now…

She’s jealous of you. Well, more so of Venti’s obsession with you that she believes you caused. But in reality, you have zero control over who he falls in love with.

“You’re crazy- this is crazy!” You exclaimed, raising your voice.

“It’s crazy to be in love with the man who’s been protecting me and the rest of us for all this time? To envy those who receive all of his time and affection, leaving none for me… I- I’m not ashamed to be in love with Barbatos, I am a loyal follower of him, my god.”

“That’s why you call him ‘Lord Barbatos,’ right?”

Maria was going to say something but but her lip, deciding that was the best thing to do anyway. She rushed out the room, brushing against you on her way out. She muttered something that you couldn’t exactly hear but it was along the lines of, “Lord help me…”

Still not knowing where the library is, you aimlessly walk around the Mansion until you’re standing right in front of his door. It was wide open and you could tell he wasn’t in there.

Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a little peak, is what you would’ve said if you didn’t care about your life.

Nonetheless, you walk in there anyway.

You immediately notice his desk he was sitting at when you first came in here some days ago. On it was an empty glass that smelled vaguely of… apples? Apple cider? What’s with him and apples and flowers…?

You walked around his bedroom and curiously searched through his items. Walking around his bed, you felt your foot hit something and you paused. Kneeling down, you found a box and a calendar.

This is very… random… you thought while looking through the calendar.

You flipped through the pages until you found when the checked off X’s ended. That must be today… you thought. But on today’s box on the calendar, there was a star.

Strange.

Looking over the boxes again, you noticed one that said “Y/n’s first day…” two days ago? If I got here two days ago… why can’t I remember yesterday?

Before you drove yourself mad with questions, you put the calendar aside and opened the pretty heavy cardboard box. Inside it were different flies titled with the names of each of the maids here.

You were just about to reach for Maria’s when you stopped yourself and grabbed yours. You couldn’t remember anything about you and who can blame you for being curious?

Opening your file, the first page was an image of you. But… it seemed like an off-guard photo. How exactly did he get this photo? I wish I could fucking remember…

The next was… more… photos of you. From what you could tell from the images, you lived alone and worked in an office.

“This is so weird…”

You felt uncomfortable but even more curious, so you flipped to the next page. On it seemed to be his handwriting which wasn’t the neatest so it took your a bit to read it all. Basically, you’re a Fontainian detective investigating a case about missing women in Mondstadt in between the ages of 19-22.

Your blood ran cold. “Fontaine… Fontaine… where is Fontaine…” you muttered, desperately trying to remember the layout of the Teyvat map but you just couldn’t. Is that why you’re in Mondstadt? You’ve just assumed that you’re from here this whole time. It never dawned on you that you are actually from Fontaine, and a detective at that.

Your eyes widened in fear when you flipped to the next page and it was multiple photos of you sleeping. You don’t recognize the room so you assume it was before you lost your memory. Deciding that was enough information for today, you go over what you just found out in your head.

“So… so… I’m a detective that was investigating a case of missing women that just so happens to match my exact situation. So I must’ve moved to Mondstadt from Fontaine then was abducted a little bit after that?”

Gingerly, you put the file back where it went then pulled out Maria’s. You could tell hers was missing a lot of papers, but your attention was taken away by a small pill bottle hidden in the box.

Taking a look at the pill bottle, you read its label. ‘Made in Fontaine.’ How funny.

The bottle was almost empty and the big bold letters under the side affects said, ‘MASS CONSUMPTION OF THIS DRUG MAY CAUSE DISTORTION OF TIME AND MEMORY LOSS.’

Is that why you can’t remember yesterday? Or that it feels like you’ve been here for weeks?

Opening Maria’s file again, her words from part one come back to you when you asked her how long she’s been here, “About 6 months, but it only feels like a few weeks… oh, how the time flies by…”

Looking at the bottom of her file, she’s only been here for a bit less that two weeks. Every other maids’ has the same date. Except for you.

Did he kidnap you because you almost caught him? Were you so good of a detective that even an Archon was scared of what you could uncover? Or was it something else? Was it because he was obsessed with you?

You froze when you heard footsteps approaching the room. Then you realized — you had found all of this stuff way too easily.

Quickly packing everything up and shoving it under your bed, you run out of his room, almost running into another maid in the process. It was the dark haired one from the kitchen.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw you, “What the hell were you doing in there!?”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You were too shaken up. “I- I… sorry. I gotta go,” you ran past her.

I need to get to my room immediately!! You thought, not realizing that the sun has almost set all the way.

Finally reaching your room, you panted. Conflicting emotions running through your frazzled mind. Holding your hands to your chest, you closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

“What have you been up to, Y/n?” A familiar voice rang out. Opening your eyes, there Venti was, standing right in front of you. He had a smile on his face, yet there was a look in his eyes that scared you.

“Y/n…“ he’s barely ever called me by my first name… when he took a step closer to you, you reached for the door handle.

He tilted his head to the side his smile faltering, “What’s wrong, Y/n? You seem so shaken up…” When he came even closer to you, you would’ve opened the door but his hand on your wrist stopped him.

Your eyes glanced to the window behind him, it was nighttime.

“Trust me, my flower,” he caresses your hair, “you do not want to go out there.”

The second he moved his hand off your wrist, you swung the door open and fell to the ground. Rubbing the back of your head in pain, you felt something strangely warm and wet on your other hand.

But when you looked down, you saw not only your bloody hand, but Maria.

Maria with multiple stab wounds to her chest and her throat slit open. She lay on the ground above a pool of blood. Petrified, you screamed and backed away from the corpse. Tears pricked in your (e/c) eyes as you watched him grow closer to you, his hand in his pocket.

“G- get the fuck away from me, you- you murderer!” You shrieked, the tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks. You struggled to get up to your feet as you ran down the stairs, your breaths coming in short and your head throbbing.

Once you finally reached the end of the staircase, your movement was already limited due to the tight dress, so you lost your footing and tripped over something.

Your head hit the ground so hard to felt dizzy, but it’s not the time to be worrying about that. When you caught sight of what you had tripped over, you screamed in absolute terror. She was yet another deceased maid.

It was the dark haired woman from the kitchen and saw after you had left his bedroom. She had an axe in her skull, the blood pooling around her head stained my face due to the fall.

After struggling to get up off the ground, you noticed the flower had fell out of your head. You ran, looking help in any room. And wherever you looked it was either another dead body or bloodstained walls, D- don’t tell me he’s killed everyone!! You panicked.

Just when you thought you had lost him, there was his painfully playful voice, “Haha, you can run, but you can’t hide! I’ll always find you!”

Your heart rate sped up and you panicked, tears streamed down your face as you wiped them away, along with the blood of your coworkers.

The next thing you knew, you were running into the first bedroom you saw. You didn’t think it was stupid at the time, but you hid under the bed. The closest was too small to fit in.

You cupped your hand over your mouth as you heated his approaching footsteps.

“Oh, where could you be hiding, my flower?” He sang. You heard him walk right past the room and the next one. Nevertheless, you stayed silent.

It was all too perfect.

You weren’t expecting to be dragged out from under the bed by your ankles, you screamed and cried at he did so. You knew it was all too good to be true.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know where my favorite maid would go running off to? I am a god after all.”

Your bottom lip quivered and your body trembled in fear beneath him, “Aw… that fearful look on your face is just adorable…”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small white cloth. Without giving you time to react, he had already pressed it against your nose and mouth. And you blacked out.

You woke up again in an all too familiar room — his bedroom. You sat up quickly, your head aching in pain, but you didn’t give a fuck.

You tried tried moving your arms but they were handcuffed to the bedposts. Beginning to panic, you screamed, “V- Venti! Venti, please… don’t do this!”

You began crying, your tears falling into your lap. It was until a few moments later when you heard a soft tune being played… right next to you?

Opening your eyes, you saw Venti. He had that same damn smile on his face as he stared to you with a look in his eyes that resembled love… but you knew that wasn’t it. If he truly loved me, he wouldn’t have kidnapped me and brought me here.

He was holding his lyre in his hands which also had a decorative Cecilia flower on it. He played a peaceful song on it — a complete contrast to the blood stains on his clothes.

The crimson stained his pale fingers that played the delicate strings of the brown lyre.

Your eyes widened in fear as you stared at him, the tears continuing to rolling down your face. You tried to speak, but every time you opened your mouth nothing came out.

When his song was over, the man set the lyre to the side and wiped some of the blood from off his face with the back of his palm. “Oh, you just love to cry don’t you, my precious Cecilia…” he pouted mockingly, reaching out a hand to caress your flushed, tear-stained face.

Leaning in impossibly closer, Venti pressed his lips against yours in quite a forceful kiss. You wanted to jerk you head away from his touch, to scream, to run away. But you couldn’t… not right now you can’t.

When he pulled away from the kiss he stared at you with a blank expression, “You know too much, Y/n…” He laughed, a bit less playful and a more hysteric. “You’re so lucky I didn’t get rid of you like the rest of them…”

He smiled, “I only kept you because I love you—“

“-Were you in love with Maria? Before me?” You asked, this question has been bugging you since her outburst and you need to know immediately.

Venti froze, his hands on your face falling to his sides. He repeated your question over and over in his mind until he finally said, “‘love’ is a stretch… Maria… Maria was crazy, my flower…”

“Th- then you give her that flower!? Why… why was she so, so damn jealous of me the second we first spoke to one another!?” You screamed, a bit more angry than sad now. In all honesty, you didn’t exactly like Maria, but what he did to her was wrong on so many levels.

“Did you do what you’re doing to me to her? And if you loved her, why did you murder her!!”

His teal eyes closed and he sighed, “If you want the truth, then I’ll give it to you. I did fall in love with Maria at some point, it was bordering an obsession. That is, until I found you,” He smiled.

“Maria was obsessive and a bit delusional. I’ve never put any flower in her hair. She stole it.”

You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. But it was hard to go against what he was saying when you recall her very last words to you.

“But I knew you would’ve figured that out sooner or later, Little-Miss-Detective.” He laughed a bit, “I knew you would’ve figured me out sooner or later. That why I moved all of those files under my bed. Only someone as daring as you would sneak into my room in look through them.”

“But you’re so smart. That’s what I love so much about you, Y/n,” He presses another kiss to your cheek and you flinch.

Hesitantly, you asked, “A- are you going to do what you did to Maria… to me? Have there been more women you’ve done this to?” You fought back the tears welling up in your red eyes.

“Hey, shhh…. Don’t cry, don’t cry…” he wiped the tears falling from your eyes.

“We’ll be here, together. Forever.”

back to part one !!

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Hey everyone!! I spent almost the whole day yesterday writing this. Here is Chapter 2. (btw, most of this chapter is about Ume, not Gyutaro.) There is some dark themes in this story, but nothing sexual. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ You skip, and skip, and skip, and skip. Everyone on this site is either weird, or creepy. That is until you find someone you thought was normal. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ WORD COUNT: 3K!

!CHAPTER ONE!- Are You Still There?

It was a hot, humid summer night. It's the kind where your hair always feels greasy no matter how many times you wash it. You had just come back from another exhausting workshift dealing with rude, illiterate customers with IQs lower than a fifth graders. Your legs ache and you feel tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep.

It’s 9PM now, and the house is quiet. Your roommate Mitsuri is knocked out in the other room, probably dreaming about Obanai again. 

You don’t want to go on TikTok, and you definitely don’t feel like going on Twitter. If not those things, then maybe Omegle? What better to do than go on Omegle anyways, right? You figured if you could talk to people in real life, it’ll be a piece of cake doing it online.

You flop onto your bed, and open your laptop. The screen illuminates a blinding light onto your face and around your pitch black room. Your eyes feel like they have an eyelash in them.

“Jesus!” you mutter, holding one hand up to shield your eyes. “How come the light is always so damn bright when it’s dark?! Then it’s always so dark when I actually need the light!”

Your fingers fumble around the keyboard, struggling to find each letter. You eventually manage to type “Omegle” into the search and click on the first link, “OmeTV.”

You shift in your bed, and pull your blanket up to your lap as if you’re afraid the Omegle monsters are gonna come to devour your toes.

“Alright…” You take a deep breath, starting to regret the choice you just made. “Here goes nothing!”

You click the video call button.

The screen flashes white for a second before a bright, bold message pops up.

“TYPE ‘YES’ TO PLAY A GAME!”

You blink, confused. You mutter the word “Um…” before the person behind the screen decides you’re taking too long, and skips you. You didn’t even get a chance to decide!

“Okay, rude. I didn’t even wanna play your stupid game anyways. Fatty McPatty…”

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You continue to click next, next, and next. So far, all you’ve encountered is: creepy middle aged men in rooms with piss coloured lighting, teens vaping into their cameras with rap music in the back, more of those “Play a Game” pop ups, and black screens.

So far, it actually wasn’t that bad. Again, you keep skipping until a girl pops up on your screen.

A beautiful girl.

She looked… normal. Actually normal. She had pale skin, long white hair, and the most majestic blue eyes you’ve ever seen. She looks your age, maybe a little younger.

“Hi!” You squeal, flashing her a bright smile and a wave.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: Hii!

You lean in forward, intrigued by this girl. The room she’s in is dark, like yours. The only difference is that the room she’s in looks pretty vacant and non lived in. There’s two pillows on the floor and one crumpled up blanket bunched in the corner. It’s kind of creepy in a way, but maybe she’s going for that minimalist look?

Still, she’s so pretty, and she seems shy. Maybe a compliment would loosen her up a little.

“You look so pretty! Like a porcelain doll or something.” You say warmly, hoping you’d get her to talk.

She nods, smile widening slightly as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: thank u!! I get that a lot lol

Stranger: I like ur shirt btw

Stranger: I think I had the same thing before my mom threw it out!

You blink. What? Why’d her mom do that? Your eyes glance down at your frilly baby blue top, and nothing seems wrong with it. Maybe the straps are a little too thin, but not inappropriate. Maybe her mom is strict?

“Hey,” you lean in closer to the mic so she can hear you better. “Can you talk?”

That question makes the girl's expression falter. Her smile disappears, and she hesitantly shrugs.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: Ig I can talk

Stranger: but not for long

Stranger: or my mom will get mad at me

☆

The girl unmutes her mic. Her voice is quite soft, barely above a whisper. It almost sounds like she’s afraid someone might hear her.

“Hi,” she says. “What’s your name?”

You smile, trying to keep the friendliness up. “Y/N. What about you?”

She pauses, glancing over her shoulder like she’s checking if someone’s behind her,

“My name’s Daki… well, that’s what I like to go by,” she says, fidgeting slightly with the sleeve of her shirt. “My real name is Ume, but my mom doesn’t like me telling it to strangers.”

She shrugs, eyes lowering. “I don’t really get why it’s such a big deal.”

You nod slowly, and start wondering something. How old is this girl? She looks around your age, and you don’t mean to judge, but if she was actually as old as you, she shouldn’t have to be told by her mother to not reveal her real name to strangers on the internet.

Despite being a little weirded out by her demeanor and what she just told you, you stay kind. “That’s a nice name Ume! It’s unique. I’ve never heard it before.”

She smiles faintly at that. She hates her name, but what you said sounded genuine.

You hesitate for a moment before asking, “Hey, um… not to be weird or anything, but how old are you?”

There’s a pause. Ume shifts a little on the floor, eyes avoiding the camera.

“I’m… I’m thirteen,” she says eventually, voice softer than before. She looks at you with slight shame and embarrassment in her eyes, knowing already what you might be thinking.

“Omegle and makeup like that? You’ve gone bad at such an early age. Where’s your mom? Just wait until I tell her what you’re doing.” Is what she’s expecting you to say. But no.

You blink and try to process what she just said. Thirteen. Way too young to be here on this site alone.

You lean forward a little. “Isn’t this kinda… I dunno, a sketchy site to be on?”

She sighs, already expecting to be asked this. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” She murmurs. “But… My mom doesn’t really let me go outside. Or have friends. So sometimes when I’m bored, I just come on here to talk to people.”

“I’m not allowed to go to school, y’know?” Ume slips out suddenly.

You furrow your eyebrows together in concern. “Really?”

She nods, like it’s normal. Like it’s obvious.

“My mom says I’m too precious to go out into the ‘real world.’ I don’t really know what that means, but… I don’t care. I’m happy here. I have my brother, and I think my presence makes him happy too.”

You exhale, relieved that someone else is there with her. Her mom sounds… more than strict. Intense, maybe? But what if they can’t afford school or something. That’s understandable. The whole “not being allowed out of the house” thing though? That’s strange. Especially at her age.

“You have a brother?” You ask gently.

Ume’s face brightens immediately. Her eyes even sparkle a little.

“Yeah! I have a brother. He’s downstairs with my mom. His name is Gyutaro.”

“Ohh,” you nod. “That's nice. How old is he?”

“He’s eighteen!” She says, voice full of pride.

“Cool! Is he allowed to leave the house? Or does your mom keep him in too?”

Ume tilts her head, gazing up at the ceiling like she’s trying to remember something.

“He’s always allowed to leave,” she finally says. “My mom doesn’t really want him in the house. So he’s always outside. In the yard.”

You pause, an uneasy feeling starting to fill your body. The hairs on the back of your neck start to stick up. What?

“Wait, wait. You said he’s eighteen, right? Does he… go to school or anything?”

Ume shakes her head, almost cheerfully.

“Nope.”

“So… he doesn’t go to school, and your mom kicks him out of the house a lot?”

“Mmhmm!” She nods enthusiastically. Then she lowers her voice to a whisper. “Shh… I have a secret.”

She leans in close to the camera, placing a hand over the side of her mouth like she’s about to tell you how she clocked someone’s tea.

“When my mom leaves the house for work… I sneak my brother back inside,” she giggles, pulling back with a playful smile. “But only sometimes.”

Just as you open your mouth to speak again, her camera cuts out. Then she mutes her mic.

What just happened? It must be her mom.

Not wanting to get Ume in trouble, you follow her lead. You turn your camera and mic off, waiting silently in the dark for what might happen next.

One minute passes. Then two. Then three.

You start to wonder, is she okay? Right as you were about to unmute and ask if she's still there, she turns her camera back on.

She’s in a different room now. Much smaller than the one she was in before. Behind her, you can see clothes dangling on hangers and a few crumpled shirts on the floor. There’s no lighting at all, except for the screen. She's definitely in a closet.

“Hey,” you whisper, keeping your voice low so as to not get her in trouble. “Are you okay?”

Ume unmutes, gives a soft “yes,” and a quick thumbs up.

“What happened?”

“Oh…” She glances away. “Nothing. My mom just came in, not a big deal. She doesn’t want me talking to strangers using her laptop, so… I’m hiding.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. There’s a long, awkward silence before her voice softly fills the air.

“Do you know what a slipknot is?”

You blink. “A slipknot? Like— the band, or… like, tying the knot?”

She pauses. “Um… tying the knot.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it,” you say cautiously. “Why?”

“Do you know how to tie one?”

You hesitate. “Uh… no, not really. I’ve never learned that.”

She really wanted to know, so when you say you don’t know how, she frowns a little. “Oh.”

You glance at your screen. Her face looks blank, and it’s clear to tell that she’s fidgeting with her fingers.

“Why’d you want to know?” You ask gently.

“Because…”

“Because what?”

“I don’t really know,” she murmures, eyes dropping to her lap. Her voice is barely audible now, so it’s hard to make out what she’s saying. “It’s just that… my brother wanted to know how to tie one.”

That makes you sit up straighter.

Why?

“He—he wanted to know how to tie a slipknot?” Your voice is quiet but strained.

“Yup!” She says cheerfully, like it’s nothing.

“…Did he tell you why?” You ask. Your voice wavers slightly as you think of all the possibilities. Maybe this boy just wants to know how to make a bracelet for his sister. Then again, from what you’ve heard, it seems like his mom is treating him pretty shitty. So maybe…

“Yeah!” Ume interrupts your spiralling thoughts. “He said it was for a craft.” She smiles faintly. “He said it makes things fly.”

You don’t even know what to say to that. Makes things fly? Your stomach twists. You’re still trying to find the right words, when you hear something faint in the background coming from Ume’s camera.

It was muffled, but it sounded like two people fighting. A woman and a man. The yelling gets louder, and someone is clearly upset. You can’t make out the words, but the tone of the man’s voice is clear enough. He sounds angry and heated.

You’re not the only one who noticed, because Ume did too. She suddenly speaks up, a little too loudly.

“Anyway, do you know what a Stanley cup is? My dad left one here a long time ago before he left. It’s like— rusting on the inside and it’s the hugest cup I’ve ever seen. Do you have one?”

She’s trying to talk over the fighting.

You can see it in her face. She’s trying to act normal. Her voice keeps rising to cover the sound, but her eyes keep flickering towards the closet door. The yelling keeps going, and something suddenly-

SLAM!

Ume flinches and rolls her eyes, because this isn’t new for her. Just like that, she mutes her mic and turns her camera off. Again.

You completely freeze. The silence on your end is so loud. Did her mom catch her? Is her internet just really bad?

Your heart is pounding harder than it should be. You’re not really involved, and this truly isn’t your problem, but this feels very wrong.

You lean forward in your chair, whispering to the camera. “Ume?”

Nothing.

You’re trying to tell yourself that it’s fine. Maybe she just needed to hide.

You lift your hands up to your head in disbelief. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” You mutter as you look up to the ceiling, both hands covering your mouth.

“This is not okay!” You shout, not caring about waking Mitsuri up now. Your voice cuts through the silence in your dark room, shaky and scared.

“What the hell?! Ume? Hello!?”

You slam both your hands onto your mattress, frustrated and worried.

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four. How much more?

Just as you’re thinking about letting this whole thing go and disconnecting, the screen flickers. Just for a second. Then it flickers again.

Suddenly, her camera and her mic come back on. Her laptop is still in the closet, but the camera is facing outwards on the floor. The door to the closet is now opened, revealing the bare room she was in earlier.

You squint your eyes, trying to find Ume. It’s hard to see that she’s standing right there in front of the doorway because the quality of this thing is diabolical.

“Ume?” You speak softly, “Are you okay?”

Ume glances at the laptop, but she doesn’t answer you. She's just standing there and staring at something offscreen. Her mouth moves a little like she’s trying to say something, but no words come out.

Then, there’s a sound. Heavy, quick, footsteps paired with the yelling from earlier.

Suddenly, a figure rushes into frame. It’s tall, and their movements are frantic. It’s a damn boy! He looks around seventeen or eighteen, and he has long messy hair and the most haunted look on his face.

He slams the door behind him and twists the door with shaking hands.

BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fist slams the other side of the door.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

A woman’s voice, wild and raspy, is so loud that the mic finds it difficult to pick up properly, making her sound like a damn kazoo. She’s screaming. Something slams into the door again, much much harder.

Ume flinches and hides behind the boy, clutching the back of his shirt. “Dont let her in,” she whispers. “Dont let her in!— please!”

He instinctively puts an arm behind her to shield her for what might come next. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m not gonna let her in, Ume…” He grunts as he pushes his back against the door, ready for the next impact. 

Ume is in front of him now, hugging him. Her trembling fingers are clutching tightly onto his shirt.

BANG!

“I SAID OPEN IT!” Their mother shrieks from outside. “I SWEAR, IF—“

Another loud slam. The doorhandle starts to rattle aggressively, and the wood starts creaking.

The yelling from outside the door starts getting more violent and manic. You’re not one to flinch much at loud sounds, but god damn. This woman has pipes on her.

“GYUTARO!” She shrieks, “FUCK YOU! I WANNA SEE MY BABY!”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You hear something else slam into the door. Maybe a fist? Or the leg of a chair? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. You feel so helpless. All you can do is watch in despair, tears welling up in your eyes for these poor children.

“UME! It’s me! It’s mommy!” The woman’s voice cracks, sounding raggedy and jagged like broken glass.

“Let me in! LET ME IN!”

Gyutaro ignores his moms demands through the door, and lets his eyes scan the room. His gaze falls upon the laptop on the floor. You.

Oh no. Is he gonna end it?

His expression shifts, because the moment he notices the open Omegle tab, his brows furrow deeply. He doesn’t say anything, but the flicker of disapproval in his eyes is enough to make your stomach twist.

You freeze.

You watch him tell Ume to keep the door barricaded with her body, and she notices why.

Gyutaro takes quick steps toward the laptop, looking over her shoulder for what feels like the whole time.

“Wait—Nii-Chan! please,” she says, reaching an arm out for him. “Don’t close it, she’s nice! She was just talking to me! Please, I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“You’re not supposed to be talking to people,” he says quietly. He’s not quite angry, but definitely not calm.

“Not when she’s home. You know how she gets, Ume.”

“I know! But—”

He interrupts her. “She could’ve heard you. Do you want her to break the door down?”

“Please, just one more second! She was gonna teach me something. She wasn’t mean!”

You can barely breathe as he reaches the laptop. His hand moves forward, but then he hesitates.

He looks into the camera, his tired eyes locking in with your now glassy and puffy ones.

It’s like he knows what you’re thinking. He knows you’re scared, and he knows what he’s about to do is wrong.

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

“NO!—“ Ume cries, “DON’T! Please don’t!”

He sighs, ignoring her. He gently places his hand over the webcam, and closes the tab.

Before the screen goes to the loading screen, you can hear Ume’s desperate voice in the background saying, “Please don’t make her go…”

Then? Silence.

DISCONNECTED FROM CHAT.

[dollwrites]

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— while browsing through your very favorite Love&Deepspace smut pieces on tumblr dot com, you come across a writer you aren’t yet following: dollwrites. whoops, you think to yourself, my mistake. you hit the follow button, before settling down with a nice, spicy fic to finish off your gooning sesh. satiated, happy, and drowsy, you curl up in bed and go to sleep. you were unknowingly the lucky 7,000th user to follow dollwrites, and you were about to be isekai’d into a goonette’s wet dream…!

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— you awaken, confused, to find yourself in an unfamiliar space. upon examining your surroundings, you realize that you are in the center of the room, and the air around you is thick with a strange smog. heavy and warm, the smoke seemingly comes to life as you get to your feet. strangely enough, your legs aren’t the least bit weak or aching, even though you feel as though you’re been asleep for a long time. the fog wraps around you in excited, undulating waves, skewing your clothes and tickling your exposed flesh.

— then, it does the strangest thing thus far. as the smoke curls and drifts, it hovers in front of you, morphing into several visages and shapes, as a soft voice calls out to you. “Congratulations, Goonette, for reaching Goonette Heaven by means of following dollwrites on tumblr dot com. Before you are five locked doors,” the smoke billows as it gestures vaguely around the room. as it said, the circular walls are lined with heavy doors, locked with thick, metal padlocks. “I can open one, or all of these doors for you, depending on your insatiability. So long as you don’t lose me, the master key!” as it utters these final words, the smoke transforms into the shape of a key, that materializes mid air and falls to the hard, stone floor with a loud clink. you pick up the key, running your fingertips along the metal carvings, before you glance up to the doors ahead. which one will you choose first…??

** event description : i reached 7k followers, so thank you so much!! basically, the scenario set up has nothing to do with the actual fics that will be included; don’t worry, the fics won’t start with reader stepping through the doors, i just thought that it would be a fun little set up to write!! this event will run from until the end of march, to give me plenty of time to finish all the fics, and all other requests / planned fics will be suspended until the milestone is completed. the fics corresponding with this event will be posted between 5pm-9pm est. this post will also work as the masterlist for the event, so look out for updates!!

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[spoiled-milk]

blush blush bed head cannons [ft nimh, volks, kelby, ichiban, scale, logan, cashew, aki, haru, fuyu]

a/n: i am alive i promise!!! um i definetly didn't disappear off the face of the earth did not happen at all y'all. i have so much brainrot ideas but i've hit writers block so hard. spent who knows how long reformatting this blog.

content warning: none i think? slight mentions of the guys being all touchy touchy but that’s it. also not proofread

word count: ~1.8k

nimh

very very very VERY SHY

will not physically touch you not because he’s scared of you but because he’s scared of violating some sort of boundary

will put a wall of blankets between y’all

probably has at least one stuffed animal on his bed

if he’s feeling ballsy, maybe nimh will hold your hand but unless you initiate it he’s probably not gonna make any moves (platonic or romantic)

his back faces away from you when you sleep, but when he knows you’re asleep, he will turn over and stare at your cute nose and pretty eyelashes and the rising and falling of your chest to help him sleep

he would probably wake up before you so, unfortunately, you don’t get to catch him sleeping :(

volks

awkward but not in a creepy way he’s just so awkward promise guys

he would also be one to sleep facing away from you

he sleeps early and has a strict sleeping schedule (8 hours a night no exceptions according to his manager)

if you’re over at his house it doesn’t matter if you need to do some hw or other work you are going to bed with him at 10pm

he claims he’s not a cuddler, but deep down in my heart i believe that he will snuggle you in your sleep when he's confident that you're asleep

it would start where you two sleep on opposite sides but then when you wake up in the middle of the night for the bathroom, he’s got his hands on your upper back and another one on your lower waist

at this point you don’t have to the heart to wake him up, so you drift off to sleep again

volks wakes up in the morning horrified that he was all up in your personal space but a part of him wants to go back to sleep because you’re so warm and snuggly

kelby

early to bed early to rise type person because duh he’s an athlete

sleeps at 9pm so that he can be up at 5am for his morning jog lol

big on physical affection so will probably snuggle you on your sleep

if y’all are sharing a bed, he probably has a twin bed that he’s too tall and too attached to so you will have to sleep on top of him (not that he’s complaining though lol)

lives to spoon you. he loves the feeling of cradling you like a heated up stuffed animal

honestly, i think he would fw being small spoon too but he knows because of how tall he is, it would be difficult on his partner. but if you went out of your way to cradle him and run your fingers through his hair he would probably melt

kelby has no problems sharing beds with you as long as you don't have problems sharing with him

ichiban

definitely more on the shy side without a doubt you can't convince me otherwise

ichiban for sure has an abhorrent sleep schedule. sometimes he'll be in bed and out by 10pm and wake up at like 8am but other times he'll stay up until 4am and sleep in until 12pm

would want nothing more than to hug you tight in his sleep but the thought of you being so close to his body tells him otherwise. so if y'all are in bed together, you're probably gonna have to initiate snuggles if you want them

he probably rolls around in his sleep lmao but he has a king sized bed probably, it wasn't so pleasant when he had a smaller bed like a twin sized bed

ichiban will sleep with his back against the wall. he also sleeps in just boxers / pajama pants

scale

another person with a terrible sleeping schedule probably

he has tried to fix it desperately, but with training and his assassination thing, it's difficult

i would like to imagine that he has a futon to sleep on to help with his posture or something idk

if y'all share a sleeping space, he will put two or three pillows between you and him

that only applies if he sleeps at all around you, yk someone has to be awake to watch over (you’ll have to remind him you’re not in immediate danger)

he definitely would put like a bunch of things in front of the doors or windows that make a lot of noise if dropped or moved so that he wakes up if someone were to break into his home while asleep

you’ll need to teach him how to relax a little bit when he sleeps scale is a very stiff guy

logan

another guy with a troubled sleeping schedule, BUT ITS NOT HIS FAULT

because he’s a firefighter he has regular normal people shifts and then he has those overnight shifts. after those overnight shifts he will take a shower immediately when he gets home and if you’re at his home he will drag your ass into bed with him

not that you mind ig??? poor guy looks tired after those overnight shifts so you kinda just let him as long as he lets you grab a book or something to read while he’s out

another snuggler for the books. he’s so warm, logan runs so warm so it’s great in the winter but not so much in the summer months

he has no problems with engaging in physical affection with you. he’ll hold your hands in those hot months when y’all sleep and wrap you up in his arms in the winter

another person who also sleeps in his boxers, since he’s super hot (temperature wise ya dingus) clothes when he sleeps are never an option

cashew

ok i think in one of his voice lines he says he stays up late reading books so uh yeah another boy with ABHORRENT SLEEP SCHEDULE

if y’all sleep together, he will always fall asleep later than you. cashew will stay up with a book in hand and lamp light on

if you have trouble sleeping at night he will read you whatever he’s reading at the moment and with his soothing voice it will put you right back to sleep

if you wake up from a nightmare and cashew for some reason is up (ugh go to sleep you bookworm), he is so good at comfort. he’ll reassure you (yk telling you “it’s okay I’m here”) and rub his hands on your back

he’s also another physically affectionate man. he feels so giddy when he gets to hold your hand while you sleep or when he gets to hold you close to him as he finally gets some shut eye

when he wakes up, he finds that you’re now the big spoon. you’re holding him with your hands in his hair and he thinks that he’s in heaven for real

he can feel his ears turning red at this point

aki

he would not own a bed frame lets be honest look at him and tell me that he owns a bed frame

he’s also physically affectionate with you in bed like snuggles and whatnot

aki LOVES being the big spoon. loves the feeling being the big guy (regardless of his height) and any chance he gets to protect you or portray any masculine traits

if he had to pick a bed frame he would pick that lightning mcqueen bed frame that kids pick because he thinks it looks cool

regardless of how hot or cold it is outside will cuddle with you. he cannot go one night without his hands on you (but he would respect your boundaries should you express being uncomfortable)

aki likes to be touchy in his sleep so sometimes when you wake up before him you find his hands up the front of your shirt or under your shirt on your waist

one time as a prank he tried to keep you awake as long as possible to push the human limits, but when he saw how miserable you were trying to go about your day he immediately feels bad. so he takes you back to your home and tucks you into bed with an apology for taking it too far

haru

he is a HUGE fan of physical affection, if you share a bed with him he will be handsy with you

probably owns a regular bed like im talking king sized bed with comforters and a bed frame with a headboard with silk pillowcases

haru also sleeps with a silk eye mask on probably helps him go mimimimi

another man who only sleeps in his boxers but instead of comfort it’s because he knows he’s hot and he wants to see if you act up

i think he only wants to be big spoon because that’s what all his past flings wanted but after you hold him in your arms one night his life is changed

usually haru will be big spoon but there are some occasions that he’ll want to be held by you and when you do pls run his fingers through his hair and play with it he likes it trust me

another man who loves the stick his hands up your shirt if given the opportunity to. he loves the feel of your skin on his

fuyu

now, he would sleep on a futon because yk, he’s an old kitsune man. i bet he believes that the newer younger kitsune who have mattress beds should return to using futons

i mean, think about it. you save on space since you can put the futon away without any issue, it’s better for your back, and some of them come with heaters (great for winter)

but then he stays over at your house one time. you unfortunately have a regular mattress, he won’t admit to you that he’s changed his mind but his actions unfortunately give him away

fuyu likes how soft your mattress is. how much your blankets smell like you, as if you lived in those sheets for eons. how warm you get in those sheets make fuyu fall asleep really early easily

he usually is big spoon because let’s be real, that man is 6’8 there’s a very small chance that you would be able to spoon him comfortably if you’re significantly smaller than him (which unfortunately i am)

same thing applies with his clothes, he will usually sleep in boxers only because pajama pants are not made for people his size

he will ask to be physically affectionate with you. he sleeps with plenty of space between y’all. he will only hold your hand in your sleep

fuyu likes to put his hands around your waist and hold you that way if you let him. he would put his face in the crook of your neck (his new favorite spot). the way his snuggles with you screams “old gentlemanly man”

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.21)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you fall asleep whilst waiting for jungkook

word count: 900+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

As you avert your eyes from the glaring screen of your laptop, you check your phone to see if a certain someone had responded to your texts.

you: kook when are u coming home?

delivered

you: text me back when u see this okayyy 🙃

delivered

Your eyebrows furrow, creating a small crease between them as you begin to grow frustrated by Jungkook being MIA.

He has told you that he would be back to eat dinner with you after his boxing practice, but it was currently already 9pm and the said man was nowhere to be seen.

“Bam, where’s your daddy,” You’re whining at the doberman who’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, Bam makes his way to your desk and lays his head on your lap.

You stroke the long and soft ears of the dog, Jungkook having decided not to clip his ears, and you would assume Bam is extremely grateful for his dad’s decision.

Bam’s mouth opens, letting out a squeaky yawn as you catch the yawn yourself, your eyes tearing up slightly under your glasses.

For now you simply assumed he stayed back at his practice again and forgot the time, something Jungkook often did when he was really into the lesson.

But there’s an assignment waiting for you to be completed, the thought of it snaps you out of your daze and forces you to continue to type away with the screen shining right into your tired eyes.

“Bam, house,” you point to the large dog bed in the corner of you and Jungkook’s shared office. Every room in your apartment had a dog bed for the spoilt dog.

He obediently walks over to the bed, plops down and lets out a huff before drifting off to sleep.

However, progress with the essay you were supposed to write was not going too well, with every word you typed onto the keyboard, your eyes were fluttering shut closer each second.

-

“Jagi, I’m home,” Jungkook’s voice echoes into the silence of the apartment, as he frowns, expecting you to run up to him and ask him a million questions as to why he was back so late.

Instead he was met with a dark apartment, the office room down the hallway lit up as Bam excitedly huffs around your boyfriend.

“Bam, where’s your mommy?” The dog only perks up at the mention of his name again, he trails behind Jungkook who’s making his way to the only light source in the apartment.

A smile tugs at the corner of Jungkook’s lips as he spots you laying over your desk, head propped against your folded arms as your mouth emits soft breathing that fills the room.

He pulls out his phone, opening the camera app to snap a picture.

But the flash function had not been turned off, causing a bright glare to emit from his phone as he clicks the button to take a picture.

“Oh fuck-“

You squint your eyes as you slowly sit up, groggy and mind hazy from your previous slumber.

“Baby?” The small voice that comes out from your mouth makes Jungkook soften his gaze on you, stroking your cheek as he pecks it gently.

“Sorry Jagi, I got caught up again because I wanted to master this technique that they taught me today,” He gives you another apologetic kiss on your forehead as you close your eyes, the bright light on the ceiling way too glaring for your tired eyes.

“Mm, missed you,” You hum, stretching out your arms to wrap them around Jungkook’s waist, as he chuckles and fondly ruffles at your hair.

“Have you eaten Jagi?”

“Mm-hm,”

“Okay come on, it’s already 10, we should wash up and get ready to sleep,” He attempts to pull your body up but you freeze, remembering you still had that unfinished essay to do.

You point to the laptop screen, opening your mouth to explain to your boyfriend that you had to sit here and finish it up before you could do anything else.

“Baby you can do it tomorrow, come on, you’re tired already,” He manages to convince you to follow him into the bedroom, as you trudge slightly behind him.

Jungkook smiles fondly at you as he watches you plop onto your shared bed, spreading out like a starfish as you take in the coldness of the AC.

Soon, there's a large mass that climbs over you, sinking the mattress down as Jungkook pecks your lips, his hands on both sides of your arms.

“Kook I’m too tired to do my skincare today, let’s just sleep,” You yawn, arms reaching up to pull the man above you down.

But Jungkook resists, tutting at you, “You’ll regret it in the morning, come on, I’ll help you,”

You shake your head, grouchy as you whine and cover yourself with the duvet under you.

“Hop on,”

“Huh?”

You peer curiously at where the voice was coming from, Jungkook propped up on his knees as he signals for you to get on his back.

You giggle, sliding out of bed as you climb onto him, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he carries you to the bathroom, letting you down gently on the closed toilet seat.

It takes a while for Jungkook to find out which of your skincare does what, but he manages in the end.

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: enemies to friends to lovers, cocky!yn/annoyed!abby, mutual pining, dumb lesbians, unresolved tension, more to be added.

PART2 — PART3 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• after finishing med school, abby got a job at her dad’s private clinic outside of new york, which she quit after working there for a year

• during college, she was a victim of horrible gossip; everybody thought that she had it easy because of her dad being one of the best doctors in new york (to be fair, she was more privileged than other students because of this, but she would never admit it)

• and because of the desire to prove herself, she quit her “safe” job to go to work at the ER in the city to prove that she isn’t just somebody’s spoiled daughter who happened to be in the medical field

• she moved out closer to manhattan because of her new job, renting out a small brick red townhouse in a row of other copy-pasted houses, filling the shelves with books and the kitchen with spices. it was truly her home, which was something she took pride in.

• abby’s first interaction with her neighborhood critters went stellar; she met margaret, an old lady who lived across the street with her tortoiseshell cats clara and mima. margaret and abby grew close and she would go over to her house to have tea every saturday.

• abby’s second interaction with her neighbors however… didn’t go that as well as she thought it would

• she had some sense of what her next door neighbor was like- or at least she thought she did

• music would be blasting every night, approximately from 9pm to 6am- when she left for work. abby concluded that her neighbor was either a musician, a nepotism baby (pot calling the kettle black) or just insane.

• some days, her neighbor would be playing piano, guitar or banging on drums. on tuesdays, abby could hear her sing (“she’s screeching like a banshee manny, it’s like- 2:35am! wha- no, she doesn’t sound good, you’re just hearing things!”, she would complain to her friends) and on fridays, her mysterious musician neighbor held parties

• abby tired to be patient, but her abundant patience lasted her maybe one and a half month, before she found herself banging on her neighbor’s front door, dressed in a muscle tee with her hair falling out of her fishtail braid

• abby looked at her watch- 1244 steps, 4:22am, friday. she groaned and rubbed her face, realizing that she was about to meet her (probably very drunk) noisy neighbor, but to abby’s surprise- the door didn’t open

• she could hear the music turn down and a few girlish giggles behind the door, confusing her further

• right as the blonde started knocking again, the lights turned off and she could hear a familiar voice yell- “nobody’s home! go away!”, followed by muffled laughter

• this pushed abby over the edge- countless nights of sleeplessness, an irregular meal schedule and long day shifts at the ER finally caught up to her, and her annoying neighbor was about to be on the receiving end of her wraith

• “you’re troublesome, you know that?! always being so loud during the night, while some of us have work in the morning! get out here right fucking now and turn that god-awful music down!”

• abby let out a shaky, frustrated breath, suddenly being met with a tense silence, she took a step away from the door, thinking she finally got her neighbor to quiet down for once, before she hear that same agitating voice retort-

• “… whatever, grandma!”, followed by the music turning back on, laughter and chatter continuing into the night.

• by this point, abby’s chest and face were cherry red and she was stomping back to her house, trying to ignore the pang of embarrassment and frustration in her belly

• dr. anderson fell asleep with her earbuds in and woke up with a horrendous headache, only to have to get ready for her 7am shift at the hospital

• soon enough, abby was locking the door to her townhouse, double checking the contents of her lunch bag and briefcase (a gift from her dad, duh), when she noticed it, noticed her

• dressed in a kitsch black coat with fluffy white fur around the sleeves, donning gloves and a matching baby blue scarf in the middle of god forsaken october, was her favorite next door neighbor, blissfully unaware of the death stare she was receiving

• abby felt her eye twitch when she noticed her bare legs leaning against the railing that lead to her front door- the irony

• “hey! you!” abby made her way over to her neighbor’s staircase, nearly tripping over her bags and coat, before she stopped at the bottom, staring up at her with tired bloodshot eyes and a red, scrunched up face

• “um… hi? do i know you?”

• “don’t act all sweet now, you need to be put in your place. what the hell is wrong with you-“

• on the other hand, you lazily smiled, and continued staring at her. must be my lucky day, you thought, eyeing abby’s buff body and biting your lower lip, eyes sticking to her arms which were flailing around as she yelled at you for- oh, she’s the woman from last night!

• “y’know, you could’ve just joined us, right? i don’t bite”, you replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

• abby, who despite being caught off guard by your borderline flirty statement, was about to keep going off on you, suddenly got interrupted by her apple watch alarm, warning her that she’ll be late for work

• she looked back at you with storms in her eyes, her glare making you straighten up and cross your arms defensively; your neighbor wasn’t only hot, but also intimidating

• “i do. this isn’t over, you better be home later. we need to talk.”, and with that abby walked away, leaving you with the sight of her towering form disappearing in the streets of new york, prompting you to dramatically fan yourself as your body heated up from the sight

• oh, you were definitely feeling inspired now.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Okay but when I say I'm normal about Miguel O'Hara I mean it cause idk what some of y'all got going on but it's Not Normal which is Not Wrong but at the least it's Very Concerning

I can assure you going to IKEA with that man is ten thousand times more thrilling than sleeping with him

Y'all seem to think he's the type to be doing you all night long. Mama that dudes a father.

He falls asleep on the couch at 9pm watching Jeopardy snoring loud as hell and if you touch the remote he's suddenly awake going 'I was watching that 🤨'

You tryna get ya freak on and you all into it then 'brrng brrng' there's an anamoly in earth 42069 and he gotta leave cause the squad getting they asses beat. Now sit ya horny ass down. 😐

Y'all wanna sleep with him so bad. I'm not sleeping in the same bed as him. If he rolls over on you it's game over you're dead you're Gabriella you're gone

Im not taking the risk

He's so sexy and fuckable I wanna take him out to brunch.

He's so dom and top and hot or whatever. I wanna decorate an apartment with him. I want to watch him pick out baby clothes

What does he want the nursery to look like

You know what gets me hot and bothered? The thought of going to a baby parenting class with Miguel and a bunch of other new parents.

Biggest dude in a whole room full of parents and babies and his baby is the smallest and he's sitting there on the ground criss-cross applesauce

NOW AIN'T THAT CUTE

You over there trying to make a baby I'm here tryna build a family we are NOT the same

[letsseewherethisis-going]

I Got You - Cillian Murphy

Summary: a short Cillian Murphy x fem!reader one shot. Y/N has been having trouble sleeping and Cillian has been getting worried for his girlfriend. Just a soft, cozy, loving kind of vibe. Might be too niche, but oh well... Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy

You finally walked out of the bathroom next to your bedroom and made your way to your bed. Cillian had been reading in bed for a while while you were showering and doing your skincare routine. It had become a habit for the two of you, because even though you kind of introduced him to skincare, his routine was way shorter than yours. Wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, you joined your boyfriend in bed. His eyes were focused on a new book that he had started reading a couple days prior, his head resting on his pillow. The only light in the room was coming from the lamp on his bedside table, which made his bare torso and his face visible through a warm, golden light

“Hello, you,” you kissed his chest as your right hand sneaked under the comforter to rest on Cillian’s tummy. Your legs intertwined with his and his free right arm welcomed you against his body. Cillian always slept naked, which you loved because a) it made sexy time even easier and b) you loved that he felt so comfortable around you. Your relationship was a very trusting, loving one. Having Cillian in your life made you more grounded, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. You were both focused on each other as well as your own careers. You were both supportive of each other and had faith in each other as well. Cillian wasn’t the type to make any waves or add drama into one’s life, which made everything easier in addition. It’s safe to say that your relationship with Cillian had become your safe space

“Hi, darling,” he said with an obvious Irish accent, which you couldn’t get enough of, even after having dating him for a few months at that point. His eyes finally met yours and you pecked his lips quickly, and you rested your head on his chest. “Can I cuddle with you while you read?” you pouted and kissed his chest again, absentmindedly. You had been having a lot of nightmares lately and it was ruining your nights as well as the quality of your sleep. You would wake up at least once during the night, panicked about the nightmare you just had. You didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but Cillian had been asking you some questions and gave you some advice about setting up a sleep routine so that your nights might be more peaceful. You thought the idea of a sleep routine was kind of silly at first, but you quickly realized that he was making a valid point, so that night was the first time you tried it. The plan was no TV after 9pm, a chamomile tea around that same time and a warm shower before bed. Simple, but promising. That being said, during the evening, just the thought of going to bed made you a bit tense and apprehensive.

“Of course you can, baby. I’m going to read for about an hour, I think,” his deep voice relaxed you, as well as the feeling that skin-to-skin with him gave you. You could smell a mix of his natural scent and the smell of his shampoo. His skin so soft against yours; his warm, strong body next to yours made you feel so safe and at peace. “An hour?! Aren’t you tired?” your hand went up to Cillian’s chest, caressing his chest hair for a moment, while your eyes ended up focusing on his book. “I’m okay. I want you to get some sleep, baby,” he started stroking your hair softly, “I’m right here, my darling. I got you, you can fall asleep,” he continued. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach - oh, how you loved that man. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax a little more. “Thank you for doing all this for me. It’s so silly I know-“ he didn’t let you finish your sentence “it’s not silly at all, I think it’s pretty serious. I see you getting more tired every day, plus I hate seeing you scared and anxious” his fingers kept stroking your hair so softly, you felt like you were melting in his arms. “I’ll be fine, I don’t want you to worry about me,” your hand moved down to Cillian’s lower tummy, where your fingers continued caressing his skin. You heard him clear his throat and felt his hand in your hair stopping, but he stayed silent. His hand ended up stroking your arm softly, and you stayed focused on Cillian’s breathing as well as the rhythm of his heartbeat, which you could hear very clearly. As you were falling asleep, you felt him drag your hand up to his chest again. Opening your eyes, you looked up at him “was I bothering you, Mr Murphy?” A smile grew on his face and he said in a cheeky tone “you were turning me on, you insatiable little thing,” you rested your head on his chest again and put your hand back where it was, but Cillian stopped you quickly “Y/N, I’m serious about this, you need a good night’s sleep. Be good, now,” you sighed and closed your eyes again, your hand going back to playing with his chest hair. “Good girl. I love you. Goodnight my love, I’ll be here if you need anything,” he kissed the top of your head and you felt sleepy again. His protective arms around you, his smell, his voice… everything made you feel safe

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[nvtstvrns]

It’s just a sleepover - Chris Sturniolo

In which Chris sneaks into your room late at night your parents are sleeping in the room next to you.

TW: smut, fluff, sneaking around, use of pet names (ma, pretty girl, my pretty slut), underaged, school age, oral (m!receiver)

AN: I have absolutely no idea where this story idea came from, I guess I’ve just always been obsessed with the idea of someone sneaking in my window idk

I was taking a night shower and I was quickly washing my body. It was only 9pm but I was exhausted, and I had to be up early for my exams. I was definitely freaking out. I studied for a little bit when I got home from school but I quickly got distracted the second I got my phone out.

I brushed my hair out and I put it into two French braids. Then I washed my face.

When I flop down in my bed and sigh. I was missing Chris a lot. He hasn’t been at school in a few days because he just didn’t want to go. I lay on my side and play with the strings of his hoodie, his lyrical lemonade hoodie. I knew he loved me and he trusted me because he gave me this hoodie to keep, he barely trusts Matt to wear them. I remember he had given it to me last week after we did it for the first time, it was my first ever time and he was slow and gentle. I blushed thinking about it.

I finally pull the hoodie over my head and I bury my face into my pillows as I fall asleep.

I was woken up in the middle of the night from the light touch of someone’s hand in my hair. I thought it was my mom trying to wake me up but when I looked up I saw his long fluffy hair and the white wife beater on. His blue eyes staring at me in my dimly lit bedroom.

“What are you doing here Chris?” I say drowsily putting my head up gently. Then it hits me and I jolt up. “Chris? What are you doing here!?” I say shocked that he was in here. I get interrupted by his soft lips on mine and his hand clawing at my hair. He bites my bottom lip and then pulls away.

“Chris you can’t be here, my parents are in the room next to me.” I say as he climbs into bed with me.

“I needa see ya ma.” He says as he leans in and kisses my neck. “Didn’t ya get my texts?” He says breathing in my scent deeply and sighing.

“No?” I say pulling my phone off of the charger and checking my messages.

“Chris seriously?” I say rolling my eyes.

“I needed to see you! I missed your face I haven’t seen you in 2 days ma.” He says leaning against my chest. I feel his hand tug at the bow tied on my pajama pants. Then he studies the hoodie I was wearing.

“You were missing me too pretty girl, weren’t you?” He says his hands traveling up to my chest. I push his hands off of me.

“My parents are in the room next to me, I’m pretty sure I already said that.” I say. He lays his head between my thighs. I brush his hair gently.

“You know you don’t have to come all the way to my house in the middle of the fucking night.” I say. “How did you even get here.” He hums as I brush his hair gently.

“Walked.” He says readjusting his head between my thighs.

“We can watch a movie but we can’t do anything else. My parents trust me and I’m not about to make them not.” I say.

I watch him as he pouts. His hand wraps around my calf and he turns his head to the side. He kisses my thighs gently causing me to giggle from the tickling sensation.

I turn on a random movie and sigh. Chris sighs and he lays next to me on his back. He’s still for a second which kind of concerns me.

“Chris?” I whisper shocked that he isn’t moving because he’s always running around me. Suddenly he grabs my waist and gets on top of me showering me with kisses and his hands flying from my waist to my hair. I giggle as his lips touch all over my head and neck and shoulders.

“Come on baby…please?” He says as he rolls his hips against me.

I push him off of me and sit up.

“Chris…” I say contemplating.

“I’ll literally do anything I just need ya right now ma.” He says shaking his leg.

“Literally anything?” I ask pushing his chest so he’s laying down.

“Anything…” he says.

“Would you let me suck your dick?” I ask him straddling my legs around him.

He looks up at me his eyes going wide, he runs a hand through his hair and he laughs nervously.

“You were completely inexperienced until last week ma. I don’t want you suckin my dick.” He says chuckling as he covers his face with his hands.

“Looks like you’re gonna have to wait then..” I say climbing off of him. He turns his body so he’s facing me.

“Fine…but go slow ma…I don’t want you biting my dick off.” He says. I giggle softly as I untie his sweatpants and I put my pinky in the waist band of his boxers.

“No fucking foreplay please…” he says laying his head into the pillow. “Im nervous enough as it is.” I sigh and I turn on a playlist. The first song that comes on is streets by Doja cat. I slowly pull his pants down and then his boxers.

“Be careful ma…” he says grabbing my shoulder. I shake my head and giggle.

“Chris I know…just relax. Please.” I say as I rub my thumb over his tip collecting the pre-cum on my finger. He groans and grabs my wrist.

“God dammit ma…please no teasin babe.” He says lifting his head up from the pillow.

“Sorry…” I say and I lick his tip and I feel his leg jolt. I slowly slide my mouth over his tip and swirl my tongue around it. My other hand pumps up and down his shaft and I look up at him as he struggles to keep looking at me.

“Oh my…shit…ya look way too good ma…” he says as he grips my hair causing my French braids to loosen I take him fully in my mouth causing my throat to burn. I gag and take him out of my mouth a little bit. He thrusts his hips into my mouth hitting the back of my throat again and I whine in pain.

“Shit…sorry baby…” he says as he holds himself down.

“I’m gonna cum…y/n—shit where do ya want me to cum?” I whine as I keep going. He groans as he almost finishes and I keep my hand pumping up and down and I let him cum on my face. His hips jerk involuntarily.

I lay next to him as he comes down from his orgasm. “I told you I wasn’t going to bite your dick off.” I say as I stand up and go to the bathroom grabbing a towel. I wipe my face off and I kiss him as he pulls his pants back up.

I lay with my legs straddling his waist, once we’re done kissing I lay my legs out straight and rest my head in his chest. He rubs tiny circles on my back. We lay here for a while. He kisses the top of my head.

“I love you pretty girl.” He says as he holds me closer.

“I love you too Chris…” I say as I slowly drift off to sleep.

Sure enough when I wake up, there he is laying next to me.

“Chris!” I say shaking him to wake him up.

“What?” He asks groggily.

“You were supposed to go home last night! My mom’s gonna kill me.” I say frantically. He jolts up and quickly gets out of my bed and climbing to the window. I follow him and I kiss him deeply before he jumps down,

“Same time tomorrow?” He asks grinning.

“No!” I say hitting his shoulder.

“I have to repay you somehow pretty girl.” He says and then he jumps down and runs to the sidewalk and starts walking home.

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[satyric7nymph]

Content: a slight twist on the sleep paralysis demon (I've only had sleep paralysis like twice so forgive me if I get anything wrong)

Content Warnings: non-consensual, fear, teratophilia, struggling to tell imagination from reality

Context: Sleep paralysis is, as the name implies, a state of paralysis experienced after waking up or while falling asleep. Sleep paralysis may include hallucinations which are known as “sleep paralysis demons”. More info here.

Sleep paralysis was nothing new to you. You kept saying you'd fix your sleep schedule but always ended up scrolling through your phone until ungodly hours of the night instead, so it was no surprise when you opened your eyes and found yourself unable to move. It also wasn't too surprising when you heard the snarling breath of what you assumed to be a sleep paralysis demon–nothing more than a hallucination caused by the circumstance. Still, you couldn't help but feel a hint of panic as you felt its weight pressing down on the mattress. That hint of panic quickly grew with the proximity of the “hallucination”, bubbling up inside of you until it felt like you would've screamed if you could. Its heat moved up your body until you were face to face with it, your eyes wide and terrified as they stared up at the “hallucination” looming over you. You tried to reassure yourself that none of this was real. It was just a sleep paralysis demon, nothing more than a figment of your imagination–but fuck if it wasn't freaky. From what you could tell, it was huge and covered in fur, wearing the skull of a cervid on its head. Or maybe that was its head? It smelled too. God it smelled. Like death itself had walked into your bedroom. It was suffocating, nauseating, and when it opened its mouth, you thought surely the stench would pull you out of this god-awful hallucination. Yet it stayed, hunched over your unmoving form.

It was terrifying–unlike any sleep paralysis you'd ever experienced before–and for a moment, you questioned whether it was real. It couldn't be though. It was impossible. This thing resembled no real creature in the world. It was something straight out of some type of mythology. You tried to reason with yourself, reassure yourself that none of it was real, but the sense of dread when you felt it touch you–firm, hot, and heavy against your thigh–you didn't know what it was, but it threw any attempt to reason out the window. You tried to fight, scream, retch, sob, anything, but none of it happened. You couldn't even take a breath deep enough to fill your lungs or wipe the tears from your eyes. Whatever it was against your thigh, it twitched and the creature shifted, letting out a low growl as it lowered its body onto yours, the appendage now throbbing against your clothed stomach. The creature rocked, grinding its body against you, the bed creaking beneath its weight. Then it snarled, seemingly dissatisfied with whatever it was attempting to do. It rose–its eye sockets were hollow, but you could feel its gaze boring into you–before it slipped away, dissipating into the darkness. Once it was finally out of sight, you found yourself finally able to take a deep enough breath to fill your burning lungs. A sense of relief almost washed over you, but there was a sense of dread sitting in the pit of your stomach that you weren't alone.

The first few months after that night were brutal. Its hollow eye sockets bore into your soul, its stench followed you into every room. You swore you could even hear it, along with the feeling of weakness–your body threatening to give out and leave you limp wherever you were.

Then, its presence started to fade. It was just a really scary sleep paralysis episode, right? It wasn't like it could actually hurt you. It wasn't real.

You managed your sleep routine like it paid. No matter what, you were in bed by 9pm–no devices, the only light being a dim bedside lamp just bright enough to knock out a chapter or two of a book–asleep by 10pm, and up at 8am, no naps, 7 days of the week.

Except for tonight, almost two years later. You'd been seeing this cute boy. He was nice, made you laugh, you'd been to his place a few times and he'd been to yours. You only intended on having a little bit of fun, but that soon turned into a lot more fun, leaving the two of you winding down at around 11pm–two hours behind schedule.

Whatever. It didn't matter. You'd been doing good for almost two years. Surely a measly two hours wouldn't hurt just once. And, even if it did, you'd just wait the episode out. Easy as that.

You made up excuse after excuse in your head, scrambling to fill the pit in your gut once you saw what time it was. 

Maybe you'd just stay up all night. Can't get sleep paralysis if you weren't asleep to begin with, right? You'd stay up tonight, start again tomorrow. Easy as that.

Your body wasn't on the same page though. Two hours past your schedule, plus the workout the man–who had the audacity to be resting peacefully next you–had put you through; you were fighting sleep like your life depended on it. And thank God it didn't, because you'd lost.

You opened your eyes to the most abhorrent stench you'd ever smelled in your life. The “hallucination” hunched over your body, drool dripping down from its boney maw and onto your bare breasts, its fur raised and its eyes focused on you. It wasn't moving like it was the first time–no. It knew what it was doing this time, after two goddamn years before it was able to get its hands on you again.

Any attempts at reassurance were gone the moment it started treating you like a ragdoll, damn near pulling your hip out of its socket as it grabbed one of your legs and threw you open, forcing something thick and long into you. If you hadn't been paralyzed, you would've screamed–woken up your boyfriend and had him chase away the awful monster–but from what you could tell, it wouldn't've mattered if you weren't paralyzed because he wasn't even there. Had he left? Woken up to this… fucking thing hunched over you and ran? Did he really leave you like that? Tears welled up in your eyes, not just from the emotional pain of being abandoned but the physical pain of what was being done to you. This was supposed to be a harmless hallucination, but you could've fucking sworn you could feel it tearing you open, panting and grunting as it pushished your insides. It felt like someone was trying to force a thick, wooden broomstick up past your cervix. You threw up in your mouth. The bed rocked, the headboard slamming against the wall as it used your body for its pleasure, pulling your limp form into each of its thrusts.

You didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity before it finally held still, its knot having buried itself into what was left of your vaginal canal, and threw its head back, letting out the most horrific cry you'd ever heard, before dissipating into the darkness.

You sobbed as soon as you could, waking up your concerned boyfriend who had been sleeping by your side the entire time. You sat up in bed, expecting to see a pool of blood, only to be met with a puddle of urine from when you must've wet yourself. The clock on your nightstand read 12:15am. The only evidence of that hellspawn was the scent of death that only you could smell and the feeling of being watched.